ABOUT THE BOOKI have lost everything.My purposeMy loveMy soulDeath knocks on my door, I want to answer, but every time I reach for the handle — the promise I made her brings me back.So I breathe.I live.I hate.And I allow the anger to boil beneath the surface of a perfectly indifferent facade. I am broken, I don’t want to be fixed.But the Empire is crumbling and it’s my job to fix it.My job to mend the pieces that were scattered over thirty years ago.A trip to New York, only one chance to redeem a lost part of our mafia family.The only issue is, the only way to fix it, is to do something I swore I’d never do again.An arranged marriage.Only this time,I won’t fall.Or so help me God, I will kill her myself.My name is Sergio Abandonoto, you think you know my pain, my suffering, my anger, my hate?You have no idea.I am the mafia.I am the darkness.Blood in. No out.

Sergio looked ready to strangle me. “No. I don’t believe I asked for an annoying little sister, but if that’s what you’re offering, please don’t let me stop you. Just know, I won’t hesitate to put you over my knee if you get out of hand.”

The minute the words left his mouth. I froze.

He froze.

The taxi driver stared little laser like holes into the rearview mirror.

And Sergio leaned toward me.

I swallowed as tension swirled around us.

He gripped me by the chin and turned my head to the side, his lips brushing my ear. “It’s like you have a death wish.”

“You wouldn’t do it.”He pulled back as both of his eyebrows shot up, and then he looked down, like he had spotted something.

I followed the direction of his gaze and let out a little gasp as a gun dug into my stomach.

“It’s been directed at you for the last four minutes,” Sergio said through a practiced smile. “I meant what I said. Listen well. I keep my word. Kiss me, and blood will be spilled.”

“Y-you’re a crazy person!” I hissed, shoving at his chest. “And I wasn’t going to kiss you!”

ABOUT THE BOOKGreer Karas has been mine since the first day I saw her.

I walked away because she deserved better than I could offer, but I always planned to come back and stake my claim when the time was right.

But true to form, Greer wasn’t willing to wait. She threw down a challenge, and I’m meeting her head-on.

I’m not walking away this time because sometimes you have to fight dirty for love.

“Life taught me an eternal love will demand the worst sacrifices. A transcendent love will split your soul, cleaving you into pieces. A love this strong doesn’t grant you sweetness—it grants you pain. And in that pain is the greatest pleasure of all.”

ABOUT THE BOOKQ made me the happiest esclave in the world. He gave me his heart, his empire, his ruthless unforgiving love. And life finally left us in peace.

A man like my maître has special needs though, growing stronger as our lives intertwine. The only way to survive his monster is to agree to all his desires.

Including his latest wish.

I’m his.

And I won’t refuse.

“Don’t struggle. You know I’ll keep you safe.” Q’s murmur danced down my back. My panic receded as trust billowed fast and true. Q was born into darkness, but he’d never baptized me in his blackest desires. And because of that, I could implicitly say he spoke the truth. No matter what he did to me, he would never truly harm me. Q paused, his tattooed chest soaking. His feathered sparrows fluffing off droplets almost alive on his skin. “I told you once never to fall for me. That I didn’t want the curse of breaking your heart while I broke so many other pieces of you.” His hands landed on my breasts, cupping them reverently. “Yet you fought me, just like you said you would. You fell for me, just like you promised me you would. And now, you’re willing to give me what I need even after I tricked you and lied.” I swayed as I fell even deeper for this complex husband of mine. Q was all my fantasies in one glorious lifetime. The fact he finally wanted to share me with his child spoke volumes about his capacity to love. “I’m so glad you ignored me, esclave.” His fingertips branded my nipples with pain. “So fucking happy you married me.” Pushing me backward, he smiled harshly as my spine met the pool wall. His chest strained as he sucked in a heavy breath. “You’re so fucking beautiful.” My heart hammered in my ears as he kissed me. His tongue laced with mine, and I sank into the sweet embrace, knowing it would be the last I received tonight. The air crackled with an impending storm. Q’s control frayed every second, his eyes drenching in determination and the salacious need to hurt. Breaking the kiss, he opened his hand, revealing the other item he’d retrieved. A tiny pair of silver scissors.

ABOUT THE BOOKShe’s my addiction, my love — my life.She’s changed me, and I never want to go back.

I tried to protect her.Hell, I tried to protect myself,
but I fucked it all up.

I may be a sick bastard, but I would lay down my life for her.And I’ll do whatever it takes to make every inch of her mine again.

I always tell her for every ounce of pleasure a price must be paid.She’s already paid more than she ever owed.

Now it’s my turn to pay.

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“Okay,” she answered, and that was enough consent for me. I reached for the candle and matches I’d stored in the drawer of the nightstand.

I massaged her labia, squeezed her clit, and fingered her juicy pussy—readying it for me. She squirmed underneath me, and I had to caution her to try to remain still. When she was dripping wet, I poked the tip of my cock into her wet slit. Her corresponding moan told me I was on the right track.

Pushing in a little more, I lit the candle. I could feel her muscles twitching around me. She was trying not to move, but it was clear she wanted nothing more than to scoot her ass back and sheath me completely. I grasped her left hip firmly to remind her not to move as I let the first droplet of wax land on her back.

She let out a shriek, more from surprise than pain.

After the second drop hit, I gave her another inch of my cock. The noise she made was nothing short of exquisite. That delicious combination of pleasure and pain—that was what I gave her. It was what she’d come to crave, and no one would ever give it to her the way I did. I would see to that.

I fucked her slowly, punctuating my thrusts with drops of hot wax. Between the mmms of the fucking, and the ouches of the scalding wax she didn’t know whether to coo or cry, and that was just the way I liked her—captive in my thrall.

The smell of sweat and sex filled my nostrils and fueled my lust. Sophie’s fingers clutched at the bedsheets as I dribbled wax on her ass and pummeled her poor little pussy.

“Does that feel good, whore? Do you like me to burn you while I take you?” I taunted.

“Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir.”

Her submission was the most incredible gift. No matter what our future held, in that moment, the bond between us felt precious yet solid.